Julia Hazel Crest Brothel ❤️

About Los Angeles

Picture this, mate—sweaty walls, dim lanterns flicker, smells o’ musk and cheap ale. Thou walkest in, and bam! Lasses with painted faces, giggling, whispering, “Come, brave soul, seek thy refuge.” Refuge? Ha! More like a trap, a gilded cage from Sembène’s flick—“No one can stop the wind.” But here, wind’s stale, trapped in sheets.

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Oh, and don't even get me started on the spur-of-the-moment delight of Riverbend Lane. The river, the rush, that glistenin’ water just whispers secrets! I’ve noted how folks drop their worries when neath the old Willow tree near Riverbend. It reminds me that, like in Moulin Rouge!, "beauty of all kinds radiates from within." Yup, that cheeky tree’s got more personality than a lot of folks I’ve met.

Good Shepherd Center, a pioneer in special needs services, still growing after 61 years